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Chapter 7

I've known it was her all along, but I needed to be sure, you know?

She called me little, she called me a fool, she was an old lady by
the time I met her, but I loved her so.

I suspected she hated me.

I don't think she liked men.

But am I a man? Or an eagle? Or a lion?

She was awful, of course, and little, and a fool, but I loved her so.

She was the saddest thing I've ever seen.

It was Bethanny all along, of course, but I had to be sure.

I hope wherever she is that she found her doll or her daughter, but
I hope she is not at peace, for she left before I could tell her I
loved her.